Luyện nghe bài hát Down On Freestreet

Down on
Buried six feet
In a one
locked door town

Where no one ever comes
There nothing there to be found
An eye for one eye, for pound
Blown up yet minimal, built up by criminal

And to the republic, sick
For it stands

There's a man on row
Reaping fruits someone else has sown
And a prime time appearance on a television

You know, the sheep are ridden disease
And I'm down on bending
The spreading oh, so fast
The remedy will never
The die's been and the deadline's past

a crying beholder
But no one her, why
wrapped up in plastic
Conveniently elastic

I got my on
It's playing that old stupid song
Over and for much too long
I've got to turn that damn thing

I've got to turn that thing down
I've got to turn that damn thing
I've got to turn damn thing down

I've got to turn damn thing down
I've got to turn damn thing down
I've got to turn damn thing down
I've got to that damn thing

Turn damn thing
that damn thing
Turn that thing down